Epilogue

The Wedding

 

***Andy***

 

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I seethe.

Tarzan shakes her head. “Nope. He just told Ford who’s standing at the altar waiting next to Afon. For realz. Your idiot brother invited Esposito.”

“He’s not coming, is he?” I question. “Why? Why does my insane brother think he can ruin my freaking wedding day?”

“Maybe because the syndicate gave him an ultimatum. Maybe because he’s a man, and all men have shit for brains when it comes to a wedding. Who freaking knows? Afon is pissed though. Shouting very nasty words through the church. You should be proud,” Tarzan beams.

“I second the part about men have shit for brains when it comes to a wedding. Yegor sidestepped the whole thing, arranging the papers and skipping over the dress, flowers, cake and stuff, without me even knowing it. Men always screw up. When they see an opportunity they dive into it, dick first, and afterwards realize how shit can get slippery real fast.” Ruby nods.

“Men are just idiots. Let’s stick to that, huh?” Unique grumbles and stands up. “There, you’re all set.”

Looking down, I see how the dress flows perfectly. She wanted to do a last-minute adjustment, the hell if I know what she did.

“Thank you.” I smile. She’s so sweet.

Unique found the most adorable vintage lace wedding boots for me. The wedding dress she made is elegant, shimmering cream lace with an open back. Ruby did my hair, putting it up and added a thin handmade pearl headband.

A knock sounds at the door. Karma stalks over and opens it. My idiot brother strolls inside, earning glares from all of the women in the room.

“You look breathtaking, sis.” He gives me a smile and the way his eyes are glazing over makes me think a tear could spill any damn second.

His screw-up disappearing from my mind, I run toward my brother and hug him tight. He’s all the family I have left. Or at least of the blood-related type. My family of friends became a whole lot bigger. Afon is mine, all because of him. If he hadn’t done what he vowed me never to do…then none of this would have been possible.

“Thank you,” I croak.

“Fuck, no. No freaking crying. I just did your makeup. Stop with the mushy shit.” Unique waves her hands all wide eyes and shakes her head, making the rest of the women laugh.

“I’m not going to cry. I’m just thankful my asshole brother here didn’t keep his promise.” I can’t find anymore words but Ricca gives me a nod in understanding.

“I knew right away he would be the one. It was in his eyes when you two first met. The both of you.” His thumb brushes over my cheek. “Now let’s go, he’s waiting for you.”

We all go downstairs. Ruby, Tarzan, Unique, and Karma going through the doors of the church first while Ricca waits with me outside of the doors.

He turns toward me, a sly smile on his face. “Will you return the favor in a few weeks when I get married?”

“What?” I gasp while music starts flowing through the doors in front of us.

“Hear that? That’s your cue, Andy…I’ll tell you all about me later. Just know I took the deal the syndicate offered me. Everything is taken care of. Now let’s walk down that aisle to your man, huh?”

The doors in front of us open. I’m too stunned to move. My brother? Getting married? Ricca gives me a quick peck on the cheek and drags me forward. Music fills the church as we both move forward. Rows of guests sit on each side of the aisle. Getting closer to the altar I can see my friends standing next to each other, tears of joy in their eyes. Glancing to the other side I see Afon, waiting for me.

Suddenly a voice booms through the church. “You’ll never have what’s mine. She isn’t yours to take.”

Following the sound of the voice I see Esposito standing in the midst of all the guests, a gun in his hand aimed straight at Ricca.

“Noooooo,” I scream at the sound of a gun discharging.

People are screaming. My heart is beating in my throat. Glancing next to me I see Ricca is looking at me with shock written all over his face.

“Sorry about that, people. I handled it. Again,” Marlon quips as he tucks away his gun, throwing a wink at Unique before he jumps toward the spot where Esposito crumbled to the floor, a bullet hole right between the eyes.

Hoisting the dead body up underneath the arms, Marlon drags him out of the church while grunting. “Don’t mind me…carry on.”

Ricca shakes his head as if to clear it, dragging me forward. But I drag my heels because it suddenly makes sense. I smack my bouquet against his chest.

“You freaking idiot. They demanded you marry her, right? And you freaking accepted? What the hell? How can you do that?” I whisper scream, because for real… “You took her freaking hostage. How’s that for starting a marriage!”

He dares to shrug. Ugh. That asshole. I rip my arm away from my idiot brother and close the small distance left between Afon and me. I don’t look back again as the ceremony begins as if nothing happened.

Screwed up or not…nothing can disrupt a mafia life, we will always adapt to any situation life throws at us. Even a clean kill amongst guests during a freaking wedding. Other than the slight hiccup, the ceremony is beautiful and for real, looking into the eyes of the man I love is the only thing that matters.

The reception right after goes fluidly and time flashes by. My heart beats loud in my ears realizing I’m now Afon’s wife. A newlywed on the verge of having her wedding night. When we had the first dance Afon whispered words of longing in my ear that left me all hot and bothered. He’s managed to flame up so much heat inside my body that I don’t think I can stand it one second longer.

Yet here I am, looking at myself in the mirror. My husband is waiting for me in the bedroom while I’m in the bathroom trying to catch my breath, or at least get my rapid heartbeat under control.

And why? Why am I all pumped up over our wedding night? I mean it’s not like we’re going to have sex for the first time. Hell, ever since that first time he took me against the wall we’ve been going at it several times a day. But somehow in this moment it feels different.

 “I can do this,” I murmur in an effort to boost my self-esteem. Grabbing my tits, I give them another check to make sure the lace is pushing them up nicely.

One more glance at my ass where the delicate lace thong is perfectly set in place. Yes. I’m ready. Or as ready as I’ll ever be. My fingers wrap around the door handle, slowly opening it and stepping inside the bedroom. My eyes are on the soft carpet, finding the nerve to look at him. Will he be waiting naked in the bed? Slowly traveling my gaze up until my breath catches.

“Fuck,” Afon croaks as he makes his way toward me. He changed clothes for me. He’s now wearing his leather pants along with a white Henley. “That’s it, huh? I knew I made the right choice with wearing this.”

His hand travels up my leg until his finger catches underneath my thong, pulling it, he makes it snap against my skin.

“This drenched yet? Will I find that scrap of lace soaked with arousal?” His words are murmured against the skin of my neck.

I tilt my head to the side, allowing him to bite down while my fingers dig into his scalp, keeping him against me. “Yes,” I tell him in all honesty. “Don’t you dare take off your clothes, well…maybe just the shirt, that needs to go…I need to dig my nails into your back and bite down on,”

“Ssshhhh. No more words out of that fuckable mouth or I’ll give you something to choke on,” he growls, his voice overloaded with lust.

Taking a step back, he lets me watch how he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head slowly, allowing me to get an eyeful of his broad muscled chest. His whole body is a canvas of ink. Strong hands with the mark of a skull, the rest of the skin on his arms are decorated with different designs I’ve traveled my tongue over so many times already. His leather pants that are covering his thick thighs and I can’t wait for the second that zipper goes down. That’s all that needs to go.

He steps forward again and cages me in against the wall. His fingers travel up my leg again until both his hands fist the side of the lace. One hard pull and it tears apart. The other side gets the same treatment until the shreds of it fall to the floor.

His two strong hands are cupping my breasts through my bra. “This stays on.” His voice sounds raw while his fingers push some of the lace down, baring my nipples. “Yeah, like that,” he adds before leaning down, taking my nipple into his mouth.

My hands hold his head in place, my fingers dig into his scalp when his teeth bite down on my nipple creating a flash of pain that slowly flames into an extensive throbbing between my legs.

“I need you,” I breathe.

His soft chuckle should annoy me, but the sound of a zipper obliterates any trace of annoyance when I feel the heat of his dick at my entrance. I’m so damn wet it only takes one surge up before he’s buried deep inside me.

Lacing my fingers, I obtain a tight grip to keep my arms around his neck, allowing Afon to take a step back while I lean against the wall. We both need this. The space between our bodies so we can gaze down, seeing his dick sliding into my pussy, coming out glistening wet before he surges back in. It heightens the pleasure. It almost makes me spiral into an orgasm but Afon releases a growl, grabs me tight and walks over to the bed.

Throwing me on it, he smacks my upper thigh. “Get on your knees, watch, Andy. Eyes in front. Look in the mirror at how your husband is fucking you from behind.”

My pussy clenches just from his words. Afon transformed the wall behind the bed into one giant mirror. There’s something about being fucked and being able to see the person behind you. The look on his face when his eyes are focused on where we’re connected…or when he comes and throws his head back. Magical.

I feel how his thumb slides through the wetness between my legs, bringing it up to my ass, slowly pushing in while his dick keeps pumping. “Fuck. You should see this, baby. Damn, feel that? I feel you everywhere,” he croaks while his thumb fucks my ass filling me in two places.

His other hand slides up my back until he grips my shoulder. Pushing me down while keeping me in place, allowing him to fuck me even harder. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, our bodies covered with sweat and our rapid breathing. He rotates his hips, hitting a place deep inside me that has me shattering in utter ecstasy the next instant.

I scream his name the same time I feel him harden even more inside me. Thrusting forward he pulls his thumb out of my ass and grabs my hip in a tight grip to keep our bodies locked together. My name falls from his lips in a long moan as we both are overwhelmed by pleasure.

Afon wraps his arms around me and makes the both of us crash on our sides. “That was fucking magnificent.”

“Mmmm,” I hum in agreement, wiggling my ass against his dick.

His chuckle rumbles in his chest, feeling the vibrations against my back. “Ready to go again?” he murmurs against my ear while slowly pumping inside me.

His dick that was fairly soft a moment ago is rising to attention again and sliding in and out easily with our mixed juices. Afon catches my earlobe between his teeth, his breath flowing over my skin in rapid pants.

“I love you, Afon. I can never say no to you, you’re everything I’ll ever need and want. Right now, tomorrow, a year from now…always no matter the time of day,” I tell him, feeling a smile sliding on his face as his teeth leave my skin.

“That’s right.” He rocks into me in a steady rhythm. “I fucking love this pussy, this body, the woman you are, and the soul that matches mine. I fucking love you. All we ever need is each other.”

“Yesssssss,” I scream as an orgasm over takes me and allows me to answer him simultaneously while Afon groans out his.